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Poets did feign that heavens a Venus had, Matchless herself; and Cupid was her son; Men sued to these, and of their smiles were glad, By whom so many famous were undone. Now Cupid mourns that he hath lost his might, And that these two so comely are to see; And Venus frowns because they have her right. Yet both so like that both shall blameless be; With heaven's two twins for godhead these may strive, And rule a world with least part of a frown; Fairer than these two twins are not alive, Both conquering queens, and both deserve a crown. My thoughts presage, which time to come shall try, That thousands conquered for their love shall die.